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Ryan holds a wound on his neck bandaged with a dirty cloth. Blood is streaming between his fingers.

— You shouldn't have come here...— He said hoarsely.— But since you're here... We need to stop him... He got his damn paw in my throat, but I can hold on for now... The wound is not terrible...—

— Is the wound not terrible?!—I repeated angrily.— Dad, are you crazy? I wouldn't be alive with such a wound anymore...—

Ryan smiled.

— I am me. And that says it all. By the way, the gas does not reach here... And don't worry about the gas... It just burns the receptors, nothing terrible will happen...—He rubbed the bandage.— Come on... I know where he keeps the guys...—

Adrian put the lighter in his pocket when Ryan hit him twice on the arm.

— And you can't light a fire here...—My foster father said and coughed.

I held Ryan's hand.

—You must not fight again, Father! You can barely stand on your feet anyway... I don't want anything to happen to you...—